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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Graystone who wrote (19283)	3/27/1998 3:53:00 PM
From: Grainne	Respond to of 108807

Yes please ask God I haven't a clue Whether Karla was evil Or just sniffed too much glue She seemed serene when I saw her Relaxed and happy on tv Talking of Jesus and being saved I thought of two victims in a grave The woman died late She must have been scared Cowering in a corner While they butchered her date Karla whacked her in the shoulder With that sharp pick ax First she begged for mercy And then finally she asked After many more jabbings To die, die, die, please Hurting too much, stabbing Kill me, kill me, give me peace What can you say about a woman who orgasmed With each swing of her weapon? Can Jesus save her, will He forgive? Does getting religion mean a killer should live? Did spiritual emptiness made her kill? Or was it Mother mean and cruel, cheap thrills Selling her child's body at twelve Horrid abuse, into which I cannot delve Without wondering, pondering, musing Where was His love, tolerant and soothing What was God thinking? Where was He? How could He let this be? Some parents are hideous Love and gentleness Are truly religious Not jailhouse conversions Posings, perversions, delusions Loving your children is spiritually pure Once they are damaged there is rarely a cure In the house of mirrors is a cross Symbolizing faith, pain, torture and loss The images are distorted, the cross is too fat Now it is skinny, wearing a hat I was scared, shaking I got out of there fast I did not care that a black cat Joyfully crossed my path Magic comes on the wing of the dove Like pleasure in the tunnel of love The amusement park of life is closing I am looking around, singing, dancing Looming is a big black exit gate It doesn't make me dizzy or sick But I still see a vision of hate In those two crossed sticks